『桐生・義弥』 Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
neverplaysfair) wrote2011-03-22 03:34 am
neverplaysfair) wrote2011-03-22 03:34 am
Game 041 [Written/Action] - Empty Room
[ Joshua was used to empty space. For more years than he'd cared to count, it had been all he'd ever spent most of his time in. He didn't need friends. He didn't need companions.
Without his city, maybe he'd grown too attached to his Producer. That had to be what it was. The one bit of it all that stuck with him, even here. Even through all of it, Sanae was his one connection to what he was. To Neku, he was a friend. To Shiki, he was a bother. But to Hanekoma, he was the Composer, even here with no Shibuya to watch over. He'd said that if he ever found a way home, he'd be sure to bring Joshua with him. So was this an accident, or was that a lie?
Early Tuesday morning, a written message goes out over the journals. Joshua doesn't trust his voice right now. ]
Kat's Kradle is closed until further notice.
[ After that, he heads down the stairs, doesn't bother locking the front door, makes himself a cup of coffee, pulls a stool up to the bar, and sits. He doesn't drink the beverage. He just holds the cup in his hands and stares off into space blankly over the counter top. Not moving. Not thinking.
But there were a few things left behind, and at least one of them should be dealt with. So if the intended recipient doesn't show up at the formerly-a-cafe before the early evening, he's finally going to move and make his way to house 44, a note in his hand. ]
Without his city, maybe he'd grown too attached to his Producer. That had to be what it was. The one bit of it all that stuck with him, even here. Even through all of it, Sanae was his one connection to what he was. To Neku, he was a friend. To Shiki, he was a bother. But to Hanekoma, he was the Composer, even here with no Shibuya to watch over. He'd said that if he ever found a way home, he'd be sure to bring Joshua with him. So was this an accident, or was that a lie?
Early Tuesday morning, a written message goes out over the journals. Joshua doesn't trust his voice right now. ]
Kat's Kradle is closed until further notice.
[ After that, he heads down the stairs, doesn't bother locking the front door, makes himself a cup of coffee, pulls a stool up to the bar, and sits. He doesn't drink the beverage. He just holds the cup in his hands and stares off into space blankly over the counter top. Not moving. Not thinking.
But there were a few things left behind, and at least one of them should be dealt with. So if the intended recipient doesn't show up at the formerly-a-cafe before the early evening, he's finally going to move and make his way to house 44, a note in his hand. ]
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[ But the words don't hold any hope to them. Any anger. Any regret.
Anything. ]
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The coffee isn't much warmer than his hands anymore. ]
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[His voice might have cracked a little there. Neku wants an answer, but he knows he's not going to get one. Because as much as he would really like Joshua to say it wasn't true, it wasn't going to happen. If he went upstairs all of Mr. H's things would be gone and there'd be no one there.
He should be happy Mr. H got to go home, right? But he can't, not right now anyway. And Josh... damnit, Neku has no idea how to comfort anyone. And would Joshua even want company or want to be left alone. Neku slowly starts to walk over to where he's sitting, figuring if Joshua didn't want him there right now he could easily tell him to leave or something.]
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He can't let himself feel right now. That's all there is to it. ]
Java is gone, too. Most of the paints are still around, but most of what was in his room isn't there anymore.
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...I guess they're trying to make it like he was never here.
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All that's left of him is what was also mine. [ Or "M"'s. ]
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Well yeah. What makes you think he would?
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[ Joshua's gaze drifts away again, around the empty cafe, and back to the vacant space behind the counter.
Not given a choice. Doesn't he know it. ]
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Have you ever tried painting on a canvas?
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...no. Why?
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You should try it sometime just to see.
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